Let's workshop this poem about how, despite being inherently part of nature, we feel--as creatures susceptible to the power of symbolic acts--the need to perform rituals to feel closer to to nature
Beyond Mating
We are already connected
to nature, modes of nature—
but as heady critters,
moved by ceremony
and vulnerable to placebo,
no wonder we would feel
the need to paint our skin
with white and red clay
to feel that connection.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)